As the kiss softened and deepened Phoebe clutched at Alex’s jacket, desperate to be able to slide her hands beneath his shirt and feel the warm skin of his back.
Her breasts swelled, nipples tightening and pushing painfully against the bodice of her dress. She could feel the thick, hard length of his erection pulsing against her stomach and she filled with a desperate ache to have him filling her, pounding into her, sending her into oblivion.
While his mouth continued to devour her, Alex’s hands slid down her back, over the curve of her bottom, and pulled her tight against him and Phoebe moaned. She’d never felt anything like this before. This primitive craving. This total abandonment. The throbbing conviction that if she didn’t have him deep inside her she’d die.
As their kisses grew more ravenous Alex slid the zip of her dress down and it fell in a pool of shimmering silk at her feet. Phoebe shoved his jacket off and tugged at his shirt, dismayed by the number of studs there were to undo. But Alex pulled it over his head, and got rid of the rest of his clothes and hers, and then they were tumbling onto the bed.
Their hands roamed over each other, stroking and rubbing and caressing slick hot skin until they were both shaking with need.
‘Please tell me you have a condom somewhere,’ Alex groaned against her mouth.
Phoebe froze and felt like wailing. ‘Of course I don’t have a condom with me. I didn’t come here for sex.’
He pulled back and stared down at her, his eyes blazing with frustration. ‘Damn. Neither did I.’
The ferocity of the disappointment that thundered through her took her breath away. But then Alex gave her a wicked smile that had all sorts of delicious thoughts running through her head. ‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have a heck of a lot of fun.’ He began kissing his way down her neck.
Phoebe fell back and let herself drown in the sensations pulsating through her and tried to ignore her disappointment. Part of her wished she were irresponsible enough to tell Alex she didn’t care about protection. But then look what had happened as a result of exactly that to the friend whose hen night she’d been to. Furious parents and a shotgun wedding. Not her idea of fun. Although…
‘Stop. Wait.’
Alex lifted his head and stared at her in disbelief. ‘Are you serious?’
‘I do have condoms. A pack of six.’ Handed out by her friend with the solemn warning to always take care.
‘Where?’ he said hoarsely.
‘My suitcase. Front pocket.’
Alex rolled off her and was back within seconds ripping away the plastic with his teeth and emptying the box onto the bedside table.
‘Always prepared?’ he said.
‘A hen weekend,’ she said, her voice suddenly husky.
‘Sounds like an interesting weekend.’
‘We learned to pole dance. I can show you later if you—’
Phoebe didn’t get to finish her sentence. Alex came down on top of her and crashed his mouth down on hers. Desire slammed straight into her as his lips and tongue embarked on a devastating assault that ravaged her senses. Her pulse galloped. Her legs trembled. She kissed him back greedily, seeking more of him and getting it as the kiss deepened. Her body softened. Her fingers twisted in his hair and she pressed herself even closer to him.
The heat of his mouth, the hardness of his body threatened to send her hurtling out of control. Phoebe’s head began to spin with the deep yearning to have him inside her. She itched and throbbed and ached. His erection pressed against her and her thighs fell apart.
Her chest was heaving with the effort of struggling to breathe. ‘Now,’ she whispered, half crazed with need, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
It must have been the desperate pleading in her voice that broke the grip on his control. Because a second later Alex had rolled the condom on, and she could feel the tip of his penis nudging at her entrance and let out a soft low moan.
‘You’re very beautiful,’ he murmured, bending his head and kissing her slowly and thoroughly.
Delight flooded through her and, just when she thought she was about to pass out from the anticipation, Alex thrust into her. Her inner muscles instantly clamped round him as if never wanting to let him go.
The tightness was back in the pit of her stomach, drawing all her attention to it, sucking her into a black hole of aching need. Phoebe wrenched her mouth from his and panted. Alex groaned and went still, as if the merest movement would send him over the edge.
He felt so incredibly good, deep inside her. Better than anything she could have possibly imagined. Her pulse started to race, her breathing shallowed and she couldn’t prevent her hips from arching up. Her hands found their way to his back, and she pressed and traced his muscles, biting on her lip to stop herself from crying out at the incredible sensations that rolled through her, stronger and wilder than anything she’d ever felt before.
Phoebe’s insides started to unravel and she felt the beginnings of an earth-shattering climax roll towards her.
And then it was as if Alex lost the thread on his control. He began to move, pulling out of her and then driving in deeper and harder and faster until they were both spiralling towards a peak that they hit at the same time. With a tiny cry, Phoebe broke apart and heard Alex’s hoarse groan as he collapsed on top of her.